Red Sky / Infinity’s Dream

I recently had to buy a new car unexpectedly. This is the 2nd time I was essentially in a do-or-die situation at the dealership (where I also get my car serviced) and was faced with either an extremely high repair cost on a car that’s not worth it, or just buy a new car so I can… have a car.

It was OK, I have been fighting off the urge to buy a new car for years now and it’s as good a time as any, I suppose.

Anyway… the point is, unlike my last car which had no CD player, this one has a CD player and so I pulled out my old CD binder from the trunk and flipped through it the other day. Lo and behold, I came across a disc that I didn’t even remember having.

It was from a band I was in for barely 2 months, just prior to joining Circuit Theory. So… we’re talking early 2005, here. I couldn’t even tell you if we ever settled on a band name but according to the writing on the disc, we were likely debating between “Red Sky” or “Infinity’s Dream”. It had 7 of their existing songs on it, which was given to me to practice and write new lyrics to. Just guitar and drums. I don’t think they had a bassist yet.

The first two songs I had written lyrics to — and again, I can’t remember — but I must have recorded my vocals over top of their recordings because I certainly don’t remember recording with them anywhere.

If you knew me in 2005, you know who these songs are about.

The first one, My Inamorata is one that I’m particularly fond of. The rhythm of the lyrics to the music was not something I’ve been able to do since then — and there are some pretty fancy words in there, too. Every time I would come across the lyrics in my computer, I’d wish so badly that I could hear the music again because it went together so well. I never thought I would — so this is why I’m so excited to hear it again and also to share it with whoever reads this.

You could say that these lyrics eventually became Circuit Theory’s Mother, May I. It’s a bit convoluted, but this is the first time I used the term “little miss thing”, which then carried over to a song I wrote called Little Miss Thing for Circuit Theory… which was then pooh-pooh’d by the band so I changed some of the lyrics to eventually land on Mother, May I.

The second song, Drama Won’t Cure, I don’t remember much about. It surely has that dramatic, heavy & melodic tone that I was going for and eventually carried over to Circuit Theory.

By no means would I say these are hits, mind you. But for me, they represent the first rock songs I wrote lyrics/melodies for and I kinda like ’em!

(Lyrics can be read below the music players. You can find the original posting of the Drama Won’t Cure lyrics in the archives of my blog HERE.)

My Inamorata

Tighter now she shuts her mind down,
feeding off her diamond ring now.
Makes it easy to shove it down now,
farther than her heart can reach now.
Talking like a soldier, O she holds a candle to her breast now.

She sees a distant imprint of a fingerprint of mine
and then she knows she’s done herself wrong.
But she cannot cope with walking on this tightrope
any longer with her little song and dance show, oh no…

Little Miss Thing, beloved inamorata,
You let the whole world down.
Here we are amongst the forgotten
of you, my beloved inamorata.

Tighter now she shuts her mind down,
feeding off her diamond ring now.
Makes it so much easier to forget what she has left behind now.
And I’m miles away but every day
I thank my lucky stars I got to taste her.

Diffidence within her stride, now.
Had to hide her many tears for a couple very long years.
Hits an apogee and crumbles to her feet now,
crying silently because the husband’s tending to his projects
in the front yard.

Little Miss Thing, beloved inamorata,
You let the whole world down.
Here we are amongst the forgotten
of you, my beloved inamorata.

Drama Won’t Cure

Sit around another day with your hands in your shirt.
Follow certain signs that won’t lead you into heaven.
Going out to find yourself without your life jacket on.
It’s something that is admirable, but I don’t suggest doing.

It’s nothing that a little bit of more drama won’t cure.
It’s nothing that a little bit of more torture can’t heal.
Something, just a little bit of more food for your thoughts.
And nothing that I won’t object to.

Listen to the songs of love and apathetic cause.
Missing out on knowing what is underneath your breath.
You say to me the things you cannot say to any other.
It’s nothing that is admirable but I suggest you do it more.

It’s nothing that a little bit of more drama won’t cure.
It’s nothing that a little bit of more torture can’t heal.
Something, just a little bit of more food for your thoughts.
And nothing that I won’t object to.

It don’t matter what I tell you
Just as long as you can hear it.
You don’t have to take it to heart
You don’t have to ever fear it.
But don’t tell me what I can’t do
When you were just right there beside me.
Just listen as my faith slips away
And ignore it ’cause I’ll be here anyway.